Ant Smith

All poems

Pornography

(a horrible little Christmas poem)

I guess without pornography
I'd have never stopped to think
What is the nature of my own
Individualistic kink?
I never may have learned
That girls can gush and squirt
From a gentle fingering
Or a fist working in
Or that balls recover from
Stilletto heel tramplings
Or that they can be drained
By hollow needle piercings

I guess without pornography
Abundant on the Internet
I wouldn't be scared of folk
That In chat rooms I have met
Girls who like to punish guys
For being undersized
Or girls with tiny fannies
Compared to their big eyes
Or seen the HIV afflicted
Looking for the STD addicted
Eunuchs who it turns out
Did what they predicted
The pony love and doggy club
The beasts that I have mixed with

I guess without pornography
I may have thought I were a sleaze
But the swell of my humanity
Is nothing next to some of these
People crying out for
Torture and abuse
Reading all about the
Lucky few who saw it through
The doms and subs
The bears and cubs
The ones who think only of
something that they call snuff

I guess without pornography
I wouldn't know at least
That my little fetish
Isn't so extreme
For all I want for Christmas is
A blow job in the street
But don't tell me it's better to
Give than to receive